Alex wasn’t nuts about me when I first showed up - and I was just scared shitless of him. He was a strong, athletic Police Inspector who looked like Mr. Clean and I was a skinny longhaired rock singer who looked like Charles Manson. It’s ironic that the cop ultimately taught the hippy all about adaptability and flexibility.
Alex was a shining example of what a man could do if he set his sights, and his forthrightness and honesty inspired me. He also made me laugh. A lot. He was a powerful and profound influence on my life - a second father and a trusted and beloved friend. I cannot believe he’s gone.
Alex Andrascik, my father in law, passed away on July 2nd, 2006 at Royal Columbian Hospital in New Westminster while awaiting heart surgery.